Page 82 of Restless Hawke

She finally turns her head to the side so I can hear her. “Motherfucking Goddamn prick!”

I grin at her insult and the fact that she doesn’t know how much it turns me on to know I’ve brought her to the point that those words are falling from her mouth.

Leaning forward, I press my free hand down next to her face to support my weight and kiss her cheek. “If you want me to be a prick, sweetheart, this isn’t anything. I can certainly honor that request.”

She whimpers as I still inside her, buried deep, holding her immobile on my cock and hand.

“If I wanted to, I could do this forhours, leaving you hanging, wanting, desperate. And completely at my mercy.”

To prove my point, I drag my thumb out, then push it all the way into her asshole again, and she groans, tightening around it the same way she does my aching length.

Like a fucking vise.

I brush the hair from the side of her face and lick her ear. “You like that, Allegra, my finger in your ass?”

Another whimper and an almost imperceptible nod.

“I thought so.” I pull my hips back slowly so she can feel every inch of my cock, then plunge into her again deep. “And that’s very good because I’m going to fuck your ass.”

She freezes, her body going rigid, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

“Have you ever had anyone in here before?” I thrust my thumb in and out of her, and she shakes her head, that low rumble of approval rushing through me again. “Good.”

I’ll be your first and your last.

I don’t say those words, but they somehow echo in my head all the same.

They feel right.

No.

Fuck no.

You cannot fall for this woman, Coen.

She’s toxic and came to me with an agenda from day one. Plus, it would be stupid and selfish to expose her to the kind of danger I’m smack dab in the middle of with Satriano. But Christ, does she feel good wrapped around me, clenching my cock, her body so responsive and primed.

“Do you want it, Allegra?” I plunge into her again in both places to drive home my point. “Do you want my cock up your ass?”

The mewl that falls from her lips as she nods sounds less human and more animal, and an additive rush goes through me at knowing she does. And that only makes me want to withhold it from her more.

I slip my thumb out, and she groans and looks back at me as I continue to thrust into her cunt slowly, then stand fully and drag her hips back and up, spreading her knees even wider to change the angle and redouble my efforts.

Gasps fall from her parted lips.

Her body trembles so hard it shakes the bed as much as my thrusts do.

My fingers dig into her hips.

And I can’t keep pretending this isn’t torture for me, too.

I unleash.

Fucking herhard.

Long.

Sharp.